Is it? It's raining outside, I have sneezed myself hoarse (I didn't know such a thing was possible) but I have delicious hot tea and there might be fries in my future, who knows. Life, she is crazy. (You know how when you're sick and the only thing you want is like, garlic and melted cheese and lots of salt because you'll be able to taste that? And then put all of that in bacon and then shove it in my mouth. Please and thank you.)

I woke up this morning and had a story idea and now am looking at 4000+ words of a - wait for it - body swap fic. I don't know who I am anymore, guys, I really don't. But words have been really hard for me for some time, now, so I'm running with it, even if it only serves in the end to make me laugh.

My business meeting yesterday (which included tater tots, and I am a huge fan of those so score one for Laura) went very well, I specced out 15 3 -5 minute shorts that we're going to slap up on a website to build our audience, started creating a character for a side project my writing buddy's doing, and was filled with virtue at my responsibility and organization. Then I went to bed early. Yay?

OH. If you want to write screenplays, storyboards, plays, and want AMAZING software that enables you to collaborate online like GDocs does, got to Celtx.com. It's awesome. AND FREE. (There's a paid-for version that has a few more bells and whistles, but none I need right now.) I keep meaning to mention this, so there you go.

I am excited about upcoming projects, and feeling excited is something I've not had the pleasure of for some time, so I am quite joyous about that. I am NOT joyous about Sally Derg and her Amazing Farts of Wonder, and need to remind the girls to not give her so many of her treats for obvious reasons. Bleh. Dogs, while lovely, can be really gross. Especially in the back-half region.

Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.